Barrister Trish Maguire tackles a thirty-year-old terrorism case when distinguished biographer, Beatrice Bowman, hires her to fight a libel claim by a new ennobled member of the House of Lords who says she misidentified him as one of the terrorists who killed a busload of young children. Meanwhi...
British barrister Trish Maguire is keeping a deathwatch at the bedside of her father, from whom she's long been estranged, when an old friend prevails on her to help Deborah Gibbert, a woman accused of suffocating her own ailing father. Even her own family believe Deb killed her father, a difficu...
Bloody Roses carries on the delightful adventures of Willow King, part-time dowdy civil servant, part-time glamorous romance novelist, who here faces her greatest challenge yet - to save her old friend and ex-lover. Willow's idyllic Italian holiday with Chief Inspector Tom Worth - whom she met in...
For nearly a minute it held and she lay, listening to the cars’ engines pause and rev as they changed down for the corner and watching the pattern of headlights sweep across the ceiling. Then she remembered: John was dead; not, as in the dream, powerful and in charge, driving them to where they n...
Living on opposite sides of London and moving in very different circles, they did not often meet, but they kept up with each other’s news on the phone and lunched on the few occasions when they were both free in London on the same day. Anna always gave Trish the feeling that she swam in a sea muc...
Feeling as though she had been dragged forcibly out of a thick bog, she tried to focus on the table where the telephone stood. At last she pulled herself together enough to pick up the receiver. ‘Yes?’ ‘Willow,’ came the vigorous voice of Tom Worth. ...
It simply was not possible that the person who had searched her Chesham Place flat could also have found his way into her office at DOAP. There was no one (except of course Richard, who did not count) who could have connected the formidable spinster of DOAP with the absurdly rich Cressida Woodruf...
She was dressed in her usual working clothes of a loose natural linen jacket over a plain cream roundnecked shirt and a chocolate-brown skirt. They were, she had decided when she first went into practice on her own, formal enough to give her clients’ parents confidence, but not so authoritative a...
As soon as she closed her eyes, her brain started throwing up lurid pictures of what the small, clean man had wanted in her flat and what he might do now that he’d been frustrated. The only way to stop that was to work, so she got up again to sort out her papers for tomorrow’s case in Maidstone. ...
‘If I promise not to leer, will you have dinner with me?’ She couldn’t resist an invitation like that and said so. ‘Great. At this time of year we could probably get in anywhere. What would you like? The Ivy? The Ritz?’ ‘Nowhere grand. Or smart. Somewhere we can sit with our elbows on the table a...
‘It’s George’s firm’s annual do. I have to be there for the duration. Ordinarily it wouldn’t matter if I left early, but there’s stuff going on that makes him need support just now.’ ‘Whose career is more important?’ Trish hadn’t heard Antony’s voice as steely and precise for a long time. She cou...
She was still feeling battered by the things George had said on Saturday, and the coldness between them that had lasted right through Sunday and the drive to her mother’s house in Beaconsfield. George hadn’t left her keys behind, but he’d made it clear on Sunday morning that he’d returned only to...
There was nothing from the private detective, which disappointed her until she remembered that he had had only about thirteen of the twenty-four hours he had said he would need, most of them at dead of night. Reading the letters, she drank the superb coffee Mrs Rusham had ...
‘Sir Henry Buxford’s on the line. Can you speak to him?’ Trish had been rereading her copy of the letter she had dropped in at Grunschwig’s offices on her way into chambers and wondering whether she should pre-empt trouble by telling Antony what she had done or leave it to Henry. ‘Yes. Put him th...